 For two weeks now, without a day off, I'm delivering Christmas packages. Big ones, small ones, green ones, red ones, blue ones, white ones. Look, boy. I keep trying to guess what's in these packages. The big ones, the small ones, the green ones, the red ones. Boy, take it easy. I can't help it. At night when I get home, I can't eat, I can't sleep. I keep thinking, thinking, thinking, what's in those packages? The red ones, the green ones, the big ones. It's driving me crazy.